So, tonight, there was some guy in a 190 who kept making suicide runs on one of our bases.
At first, I didn't care. The base was pretty heavily covered. However, after shooting down a zeke, low on fuel and ammo, while making my approach, the suicide 190 jockey made his appearance like clockwork. I foolishly failed, with flaps and gear down, to avoid his deck-alt HO merge, and promptly found myself missing a wing.
Thus, when he later made an appearance, I followed him on his strafing run; made myself his shadow. I was subsequently quite surprised to see him fly through one of our base hangars.
A friendly notified me on the radio, " he just flew through the hangar... We should let him live."
I thought to myself, from about 400 yards off his 6, "you know, he's right. Maybe that's what this game should be all about. This brave 190 pilot has shown some real panache with his flying style. Maybe we should just let him fly away with impunity. After all, it's that kind of style that makes this game worthwhile."
Then I rapidly dismissed the thought and popped a twenty right up his tailpipe.
I got on the radio: " Sorry, but I just killed him. Granted, though, flying through the hangar was a gutsy move, but there was a score to settle."
I'm flying the XVI this tour. Honor's got nothing to do with that ride. If it had longer belts, it'd be even more unfair than it is already.
As for the 190 jock, here's to you...